Apocalypse
White winged demons like translucent snow
Swarm forth like birds from the trees
Into the crimson sky like an unholy blizzard
Chanting of death and disease.
Unearthly cries fill the smoggy cold air
Sounds ancient beyond this world’s time
And terror unfurls like the devil’s dark wings
As the death bells of this planet chime.
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